It is, however, a weird meat creature. Probably one of the weirder ones: an Astartes, pumped full of hormones and surgical augments.

But Balthiel would resent being called a daemon. He fought daemons. Big difference.

He pauses as the thing does, watching it between the tree trunks. Balthiel reaches out, tentatively, with his powers, trying to get some kind of feel for this...thing. It certainly had fought--that look was unmistakable, even without the sudden weaponry. It fought, and it had combat instincts. He's curious to see if it noticed his psychic reaching out.